Chapter 6. The Captains way
It was Thursday afternoon and Gee settled down at her computer again and re-read
the last paragraph she had typed.
It must have been over an hour before the captain came down from the higher deck
at the back. "Cut her wrists free," he ordered one of the younger lads, a boy of
no more than fourteen, "Then take the rest of 'er clothes off and we can see all
'o 'er." By now I knew the futility of resisting and in any case the crew had
already seen my most private parts so I allowed him to remove what remained of
my dress but wasn't prepared for his next order. "Throw the rags over the side."
I stood there naked with nothing to put on at all.'
She'd had another lesson that morning and felt she was making some progress in
learning to use all her fingers even though she made many mistakes. The woman
had placed a plastic shield over her hands so she couldn't see the lettering on
the keys and had made her type first some exercises to get her used to which
keys were where and then to type a letter from a copy placed in front of her.
That was easier than copying from the faded handwriting sitting before her now.
"I wonder how much I will get done this afternoon now that I have dressed more
in character with Elizabeth," she thought. Geegee had changed into a skirt and
blouse which she left open at the top and had left off her bra and knickers. "If
I get horny I can easily relieve myself. I wonder why that poor girl's plight
makes me that way? Do I want to be treated like that? Perhaps I do. When Roger
has beaten me I've always got randy but I don't think I would want to have the
really hard whippings and rapes Elizabeth had. Better get on," she mused.
'The captain came towards me and removed the belt from his breeches. I prayed he
wasn't going to hit me again but he just laid the belt down on a hatch and took
off his breeches. His pizzle was hard but not much different to the others I'd
seen that day but I rightly suspected he would use it to take my maidenhead and
that the others had to restrain themselves on his orders. Grasping one of my
hands he led me to the ship's rail and forced me to watch closely as he piddled
into the water. When he finished he sat on the rail with his bottom over the
side and pooped into the sea. Boy was made to hold me with my head close to the
water to view this scene close to. My hand was then dipped into the sea and I
was forced to wash his hole. As if this was not disgusting enough, he insisted I
push a finger right inside his hole and to work it back and forth. "That's right
missy," he kept saying, "Put it right in and clean the whole passageway." In
fear of making another acquaintance with the withie, I did as ordered.
"Your turn now missy." The captain leered at me. "I know ladies have to piss and
shit like us men and yer 'aven't been since yer came aboard." Picking me up he
dumped me down hard on the rail. I screamed as my sore bottom hit the hard wood
but he only laughed. To stop myself from falling overboard, I had to hold on to
the rigging ropes with two hands which of course allowed the captain and crew to
do as they wished with my nether parts. Captain Jimo picked me up again and
dropped me so my bottom was as far over the water as it would go and the back of
my knees were against the inside of the rail. Boy pulled my knees far apart so
the captain could look right into my privates.
"Piss!" he roared at me but although I had a full bladder I couldn't bring
myself to relieve it in front of him. Boy splashed water on me and the captain
tickled me there until I felt myself go. I know I blushed deeply at having to do
it with the captain's face only inches away and the rest of the crew watching.
Worse was to come. Before I finished the captain cupped his hand under the
stream and first rubbed some all over my private area and then over my bosoms.
"It's a long time since I had my hands full of virgin piss," he laughed at me
again and kissed and suckled my urine coated breasts.
"Shit," he ordered. Not knowing what he would do it I refused or couldn't, I
pressed down with my bowel muscles and felt a turd emerge. Cries of "More.
More," came from both sides of me and turning my head I could see the crew
leaning over the side watching. Somehow I was able to keep pushing down and
eventually the turd dropped into the water. Boy splashed some water over my hole
and tried in insert his finger. However, my tight bowel muscles prevented it
entering.
"It won't be so tight by the time we hand you over to the Parson," Boy said but
at the time I had no idea what he meant and before I could say anything, Captain
Jimo had lifted me back on deck and forced me to my knees with his pizzle close
to my face.
"Yeah, I'm glad the Parson asked us to look out for a young girl. We get to have
some fun with her before he does. You should think yourself lucky you weren't
blown up with the rest of 'em on yer ship." I did not think myself lucky at all,
most unlucky in fact. I had lost all I held dear to me and faced a fate that was
probably worse than death would have been.
"Yer should by now know what this is used for besides pissing," he indicated his
pizzle. I nodded only half knowing what to expect. My previous experience was
limited to twice watching servants copulating although they were unaware of my
presence. "Good, yers got three holes in yer body. Yer cunt is where it's meant
to go, your arse'ole which is what we have to use seeing we're all men here, and
yer mouth which agin we're used to. Now seeing this ole thing 'as gone a bit
slack you's gotta use that lovely mouth of yers to git it hard agin." From my
closeness to his pizzle I found the smell quite objectionable and didn't open my
mouth which very quickly annoyed him. Captain Jimo spun me round so I faced away
from him. Pushing his knees into the small of my back and pinning my arms behind
me he roared out, "Bo'sun! Bring that withie and tickle this bitch's tits with
it."
"No!" I cried out, "I'll do it."
"Yes, yer will and yer'll do it fust time in future." Turning to the bo'sun he
went on, "Tickle them well. Canna have haughty missies disobeying the captain
now can we." I wat.....'
Dring, dring. Dring, dring. Dring, dring. Dring, dring.
"Damn the phone," muttered Geegee as she made her way to the hall. It was one of
the old fashioned black type with a dial on the front and an insistent ring that
seemingly compelled an immediate answer.
"Good afternoon, The Old Rectory."
"Good afternoon. Is that Miss Gerrart? Miss Matthews here. Could I speak with
Mr. Robinson please about our dinner arrangement for tomorrow?"
"Sorry, Miss Matthews, Mr. Robinson is working and I am not allowed to disturb
him. Do you wish to cancel the arrangement?" Gee couldn't help the note of
delight in her voice.
"No, my partner Miss Overton asked if she could come along too. She is
interested in old buildings particularly churches and associated parsonages and
rectories."
"Your partner? As in person I live with?"
"Yes," replied Miss Matthews in a small voice and then more firmly, "When would
be a good time to phone him?"
"Oh no need Miss Matthews, I am sure it will be okay. If it isn't I'll get him
to phone you this evening but I am sure there is plenty of food and I'm doing
the cooking. You both had better be prepared for the worst!" laughed Geegee.
"And as Roger told you, it's going to be very informal. We don't have many rooms
clear yet."
"Don't worry about that. I shall look forward to seeing what you have been up
to." Geegee sensed a double entendre but decided to ignore it. It'll give the
two old maids something to talk about it when they find out just a little of
what she and Roger did together. Replacing the receiver she went to get back to
the story but realised she could only allow herself a few minutes more before
she had to start dinner. "I know why you dislike being disturbed now," she said
to Roger when they met later.
Back at the computer she read her last few lines and carried on.
'"Yes, yer will and yer'll do it fust time in future." Turning to the bo'sun he
went on, "Tickle them well. Canna have haughty missies disobeying the captain
now can we." I watched as the withie was swung in a wide arc and came crashing
across both of my tender breasts. I am sure my scream frightened all the fish
and birds for miles but I had little time to contemplate before the stick came
crashing down again. For the second time that day, I passed out. When I came to,
I was lying wet on the deck. A bucket of seawater had been thrown over me. My
titties as he called them were on fire with a pain that made that of my bottom
seem as nothing although lying on the hard deck I knew it was still very sore.
"Are yer ready to try agin?" Somehow I managed to struggle to my knees. I felt
the chill air on my wet body but it would do nothing to cool the fire in my
chest. I opened my mouth and took the head of his pizzle in. "Suck hard!" he
ordered and I tried to obey but he still seemed unsatisfied. Cruelly he felt my
tortured bosoms and when I opened my mouth the cry out with the pain he thrust
that filthy pizzle in as far as my throat. When I started to choke he withdrew
just a little and then thrust in again. All the time I could feel this monster
thing growing in size and hardness and then he withdrew. I couldn't help but
look at it so close it twas to my eyes. It seemed huge to me but in fact it was
no bigger than some I had seen earlier. Still I wondered however I would take it
inside me.'
"I'd better leave it." Gee spoke to herself. "Don't want to get a hiding just
for not having dinner ready. I'll read it through and do the corrections later."
She saved the work and was in the kitchen when Roger came down.
"Do you think they are lesbian lovers?" she asked when she told Roger of the new
dinner arrangements for the following day. "And did I do right in saying she
could bring her friend? And she also said she wanted to see what we did here and
I wasn't too sure how far to take that remark!"
"Yes, you did right to say her friend could come but I won't be able to answer
your other questions until tomorrow, if then. Apart from the phone call, how did
your afternoon go?"
"Got some more typed in but didn't have time to correct it. Seem to be getting
on a little faster now. The woman at the school is very good. D'ya know she even
asked if I wanted her alongside all the time or should she just look in every so
often. Apparently some girls, men as well, don't have the confidence to just
bash away and have to stop and correct every little mistake as they go along."
"I'd like to do the correction on your bottom for every mistake you made!"
laughed Roger.
"I wouldn't sit for a month, you cruel sod. Rog.? Can a woman really stand being
whipped on her breasts?"
"I've seen pictures from the Internet that look as though their breasts have
been severely beaten but I've never seen it or heard of anyone who has. Why?
"Lady Elizabeth gets two whacks with the withie. She says she passed out after
the second."
"Come with me." Roger took her to his study and opened up a password protected
file, then launched Photoshop and loaded a dozen or so pictures. These showed
various women all with stripes or bruises on their breasts. Most too had their
breasts bound with ropes so they stood out and were bluish purple in colour.
Roger felt inside Gee's blouse and ringed one tit with both hands and squeezed
to imitate a rope binding. "Would you like to try just binding them to start
with?" he asked.
For a minute or so, Gee seemed to debate within herself what to do. "Would you
like to try it on me?"
"Yes dear, but only if you at least half agree or can be persuaded." Gee nodded.
"Then I suggest we go down and tie those titties of yours and then read through
what you have typed and evaluate the punishment you deserve for the typos."
Gee removed her blouse and sat in the chair in front of her computer while found
some plastic covered clothes line that seemed soft and smooth. When he returned
his manner changed as he fell into the role of a harsh master. "Stand up wench
and put your hands behind your neck. To Gee's surprise he bound them there and
when she tried to question him she was immediately silenced by the threat of
further punishment to her backside. While she knew he was play acting, she also
knew there was a very fine line between acting and reality when someone was
wielding a cane or belt.
Roger then proceeded wind the line tightly around the base of Gee's tits. Again
she tried to protest and complain it was too tight and this time Roger gagged
her saying, "For you to know what it is really like, I have to do it properly.
Four turns of the clothes line seemed sufficient to compress the base of the
tits and cause the rest to balloon out. Roger tied the ends up her back and to
the wrist binding so she couldn't bring her hands back over her head and cover
her tits that way. Roger sat with her on his lap and brought her document on the
screen. While it was loading his hands roamed the now colouring tit flesh and
the hardening nipples. Gee moaned in her gag.
Some of the typos were obvious and were underlined in red, others like where she
had typed then instead of them passed through the spellchecker system but
Roger's experienced eye picked them out. "Twenty-one errors which isn't bad for
a beginner. Shall we say one flick of the withie for every four errors?" Gee
shook her head no but Roger ignored it and led her once more to the post, "That
is of course one flick on each breast for four errors not a total," he added
after she was secured. Again Gee tried to say no by shaking her head but Roger
was already picking up the little branch. He flicked the underside of her right
breast causing it to bounce and leaving a thin line. Methodically he worked from
right to left finishing on her nipples. After the first two cuts he hit a little
harder and the stripes stood out more clearly. He knew they would be quite
painful but not severely so.
Still keeping her secured to the post, Roger removed the gag and kissed her
before she could start complaining and then slid a hand between her legs. Her
cunt was wet, very wet. His cock needed no encouragement either. Without another
word he lifted her legs around his waist and plunged into her well prepared
cunt. He fucked hard and furiously and in doing so his chest continually rubbed
her bulbous and sore tits. Gee hardly seemed to notice. Her passion transferred
the pain into her sex organs until she violently orgasmed. Roger came shortly
after and continued to hold and kiss her until both of them calmed down and he
released her.
Gee groaned at the unexpected pain as blood returned to her striped tits but she
allowed Roger to gently massage and suckle them.
In bed later, he asked how they were and if she thought she might want to try
the experience again at some time in the future. "I don't know, Rog. I can't
understand my feelings. It hurts like hell and I know you are not hitting unduly
hard, and yet at the same time I get really horny and hot. You felt how wet I
was. I know I won't ask for the whippings but when I am made to take them then
afterwards I do think I enjoyed them if enjoy is the right word." She paused.
"Rog? I believe I can trust you. Can I?" Roger agreed she could trust him. "Well
then, please continue to punish me at suitable intervals especially if you think
our love life is flagging."
